Slicing note-books by the pound.

Each part was preceded by a simple question and a greeting in a language we did not yet know.

It was like orbiting the world on a silk-lined throne with one’s favorite chocolate yogurt in a silver cup to one side.

If you have not yet had such an experience, surely your bank can advise!

Of course we would never seriously suggest getting wisdom from a dinosaur – we’re not that cruel, nor our sense of humor so wicked.

We are gently stroking our brow and relaxing our gaze as we speak.

It’s all going to work out fine.

Beach update in the mountains.

Ask for more and relax while achieving the impossible.

Dancing while writing a boring legal document that’ll have enormous effect.

Singing while removing the bandage which has sealed the body from air particles of healing wisdom for decades.

There is surely a theme.

Growing up to be an adult sometimes seems like a minor sentence.

Occasionally – sometimes, very often, it’s a treat. Sometimes it’s fraudulent.

We wonder about the other, about you, how is it?

Things become too complex like a maze of concrete fixed so solidly in the ground. We cannot move it.

Finding the demolition experts, that’s what we need. Then, we can sing!

Strength.

And again.

What is right is right.

Stand up.

A wonderful dream for the world at 18 years of age is a dream to aim for at any age.

Back to classic literature and effective poetry.

We will try. Tomorrow a new leaf, a new page anyway.

The original stories are repeated with minor – like version two – variations.

Once in a while the uninvited glue comes unstuck and a clean sheet is peeled off.

Something definitively new.